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We stand awkwardly in her cozy living room. This feels right, being near her. But the air is fraught with unspoken words.
"Isn't the Ruby reopening tonight?" she says at last.
"Yes," I blurt out, "but I couldn't stop thinking about you." Natalie's eyes widen. I forge ahead. "I haven't been able to get it out of my head." I exhale shakily. "I tried to stay away. I know things are complicated. And I'm sorry I tricked you into helping me."
Natalie just gazes at me steadily. I feel exposed, but I push on.
"You've made me start to imagine a different kind of future. One I didn't think was possible." My voice drops to a whisper. "I've never felt this way before."
She's silent so long, I fear I've made a grave misstep.
Finally she steps closer, her expression softening. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, too." She takes my hands in hers. "This thing between us...it scares me how much I want it. How I'm willing to upend my life." Her thumbs caress my knuckles. "But there's nothing wrong with listening to our hearts. With feeling love."
My breath catches at that word. "Love. Is that—is that what I'm feeling?"
Natalie smiles. "Only you can decide that, when you're ready. For now, just trust how you feel—and go with it."
Emotion clogs my throat. I tug her into an embrace, clinging tight. Her arms wrap securely around me, and for the first time in years, I feel truly safe.
And trulyhome.
"Do you want to sit down?" she asks at last, muffled into my neck.
"No. I want to fuck you." She gives a surprised laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm not great at romance."
She pulls back, smirking into my face. "I don't know. You seem to be doing okay." She laughs again and then we're kissing, her mouth soft and pliant under mine, her tongue teasing against my lips. I groan into her mouth as she deepens the kiss, my hands sliding around her waist to turn her, push her back against the door, and I press up against her, keeping her my captive.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded and seductive when I pull back a moment to look at her. She reaches up to tangle her hands in my hair, tugging me back in gently so she can suck on my lower lip, eliciting another moan from me. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second, my clit throbbing with need as she wriggles her thigh between my legs.
"Ah, fuck," I gasp out as she trails kisses along my jawline before nipping at my earlobe. "Natalie..."
She smirks again, her voice low and husky as she murmurs in my ear. "Are we doing this here? Or should we move it to the bedroom?"
I yank off her hoodie, finding her naked and warm underneath, and she squeaks as I capture each soft breast in one of my admittedly chilly hands. "Since you ask," I purr, "I don't think I can wait another second." I kick off my heels and get to my knees, looking up past those pretty little tits that are shaking deliciously as she breathes hard, and I catch her eyes again. "Well?"
She shimmies out of her sweatpants and underwear and kicks them aside. She's shivering a little, but I think it's more from desire than from the temperature.
And I think for a moment how appropriate my position is. Since the moment I met her, I've been down on my knees for her.
I slide my hands up her velvet-skinned thighs, parting them so I can get another look at her neat little pussy. I've beendreamingabout it; it's as compact and well-made as she is all over, her athletic figure so different from my rich curves, and I love her for that. I love her for being so different from me.
I lean in and kiss the crease where her thigh meets her hip, and she gives a soft moan, her hands tangling in my hair. I move to the other side and repeat the gesture, and she moans louder this time. I'm teasing her on purpose, and she knows it, but she doesn't seem to mind. I stroke through the soft, trimmed hair, petting her, and when I trail a finger down her crease I'm delighted to find it already slick with moisture.
I smile up at her, my lips still brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs. "You're wet for me."
She raises an eyebrow at me. "Not as wet as I'm about to be."
"You got that right." But I take my time, spreading open her lips and blowing gently over her pink clit, watching it swell for me. "Gorgeous," I sigh. And I can't hold off any longer. I lean in and give her a long, firm lick right up the center, flicking the tip of my tongue against her clit to make her shudder.
"More," she gasps, reaching out to pull my head closer. But I catch her wrists and guide them behind her.
"You keep your hands to yourself, missy," I mock-reprimand. "You just let me do what I want with you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To let me take control?"
She lets out a low groan of assent and tucks her hands up behind her back. Her thighs are trembling, and this time I'm sure it's not from the cold. I reward her obedience by leaning back in and sucking on her clit, flicking my tongue over it as I suckle. She cries out, bucking forward, but I hold her still with firm hands on her hips. I release her clit with a wet suck, and then slide two fingers inside of her, curling them against that sensitive patch of skin as I stroke in and out.
Her head falls back against the door with a soft thump as she relinquishes control to me, canting her hips forward so that her pussy opens up a little more. She's puffy and wet, lips a deep, glistening pink as I finger-fuck her, and I can feel her muscles fluttering around me.
"Oh, God," she moans, "oh God, Alessa..."
